The news of a badger in the territory pleases Peppermask greatly. It's not that he's particularly fond of the animal, but he, with his lofty ambitions, has a plan. None of the Clan are worried about the badger. They're a team, jagged and ill-fitting, but the badger will be in shambles against their brilliance.
He hunts the ugly creature down. It's easy; it's not as though it tries to hide, and it reeks. Peppermask has never seen a badger before, but he has to say, he's disappointed. It's a small measure of arrangement, of baiting and luring. He waits in the trees, unaware he's picking up the habits of his estranged niece. It doesn't take long, and he has timed it to perfection- the badger is just waking up, and she is curious, because he has done his job well. The badger surges out, but she is not surprised. She leaps on its back, reaches around and slits its fat throat. The badger stumbles and slips, Morningstar step gracefully from its back. Her movements are serene, her face furious. She throws back her head and howls. Peppermask runs, and falls, and runs.